Connant's less cranky than he usually is. Part of it's the beer, and part of it's that he's genuinely having a good time here. Multiple people have suggested he get out and about here, so he decides to give that a try, He's not one for dancing in the heavy winter clothes he wears, but he's tapping a foot as he listens to the music playing.

So, this is music from other worlds.

It's faint, but the physicist is smiling as he enjoys the strange songs. Some from the future, maybe, some from other universes entirely.

"Fascinating."